Awake

Where at last may I find rest from the subterfuge of the living? In what land is escape to be granted?
Loving Lord's on Lofty Hills uncover the innocence of youth, exposing and corrupting on their way to glory.
In what time is truth upheld? Surely not here where greed buys all things without exception.
When witty tongues and wretched tribes preach blaspheming lies of olden boyhood lives,
Where does truth remain supreme, untempered by politicians tricks or the honor less words of a princes assurances?

Wake up, and smell the decay of the living. 
For all that lives and grows has been poisoned by power's entice.
Wake up, and act before your insatiable hunger has complete control,
Ere no one hears you're screaming in the dark as you're grip on this life
releases you to the next. 
Wake up, and fight the injustice, the corruption, the greed.
Feel again and spread light among the darkest corners of the earth.
Wake this world and fight.
~Adam Thayer~